Christmas Eve is such a fun day in our home. There always seems to be some last minute gift wrapping on the dining room table. Lots of tasty Christmas treats set out on the buffet for everyone to enjoy. Dad would have some old Christmas hymns playing on his trusty tape player or some oldies radio station. The Christmas tree seemed to fill the living room with that unmistakable smell of only a real tree can offer. For some reason Dad always bought a real tree. And we grew up loving that smell every year.
Mom would bake cookies and let us help! That was a special treat for us - we got to help decorate the Christmas cookies with all those little red and green sugary toppings. Cookies shaped like little Christmas trees or wreaths.
And she would make her fudge.
Mom's Christmas fudge was so darn good - I'm probably gaining weight just writing about it. I don't know how she managed to make that rich chocolate treat so well. She'd use her best stainless steel and copper cookware to warm up her condensed milk and chocolate chips and butter and sugar and toss in those chopped up walnuts and pecans and somehow end up with the most heavenly tasting chocolate fudge I ever introduced to my taste buds.
Waiting for Christmas day to arrive was always half the fun of Christmas. The anticipation, the fellowship, the family time. And Mom's wonderful Christmas fudge.
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